I had the glucose screening test on Monday morning, and since Len is traveling this week, I had to tag K along with me. The test went well, meaning they found my vein right away and the blood came out the way it should have this time, plus no bruising on my arm - pretty impressive. As for the results - I won't have them until probably my next doctor's appointment in a couple of weeks.
On the way home I was extremely hungry, so K and I stopped at I.HOP to get some breakfast. We got a booth, so I let K in first so she would be "trapped" and unable to run away, and then I sat right next to her.
Our booth was separated from another by a glass, and as it turned out on the other side there was a family with a little boy K's age.
K got quickly busy welcoming the boy's family which gave me a minute to skim the menu and choose something to eat. While I was contemplating on whether to get Swiss pancakes or French toasts, the waitress stopped by to take an order. I realized that I was so occupied with my menu that I forgot to check on K. Well, when I looked, it was already too late. My little girl was on her tiptoes kissing the boy form the booth next to us.
When I touched K's back to get her attention, she looked at me with a big smile on her face. The boy, on the other hand, didn't mind me and kept playing with K's hair.
There was only one thing that I knew would keep K on her butt and away from another temptation - I ordered some French toasts for myself and bacon for her. Once the food came in, nothing and nobody else existed except for her little strings of meat. As soon as we were done eating, we were on our way home.
